We will keep her province with our swords as the last stronghold of the true Douglases of the Black.
I have spoken.

Fare you well, my lord!" During his son's speech the countenance of the newly made Earl of Douglas grew white and mottled, tallowy white and dull red in turns showing upon it, like the flesh of a drained ox.

He rose unsteadily to his feet, moving one hand deprecatingly before him, like a helpless man unexpectedly stricken.

His nether lip quivered, pendulous and piteous, in the midst of his grey beard, and for a moment he strove in vain with his utterance.
His eyes fell abashed from the cold sternness of his eldest son's glance, and he seemed to scan the countenances of the younger four for any token of milder mood.
"James," he said, "ye hear William.

Surely ye do not hold with him?
Remember I am your father, and I was aye particular fond o' you, Jamie.